The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

than Samuel’s, and he was the one

simply tossed Samuel to

50 days ago, his seemingly casual action caused a

an instant, Samuel’s head bled again, and his body hurt so bad that he could not

and sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If the patrol team sees it,

said those words, but

John thought Sandra was afraid, and he showed

“Don’t worry about it.

that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at

kill someone

deducted, and after I’m done, Peter will

Sandra quietly remembered the

seems that you’re not

rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of

appeared in front of

the next

a glance, they appeared like stars falling after one another, giving others an extremely oppressive

split seconds, the surrounding air appeared to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting to block Sandra

felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their difference in their strength was

disciple facing John, they would have

and his eyes were cold

founder’s blessings, Sandra’s Ursa Major’s Blurred

footwork had a

Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to

John’s expressions instantly changed.

agile movement like Sandra’s,

since he had already attacked, there was no

shouted and continuously let out dozens of palms which immediately caught up with the first

condensed into one slap in mid-air, and

Bang!

and visible airwaves were formed, rushing toward the

face fell as he did not manage to

slapped

Sandra that John struck, his figure swayed slightly, and

It was a phantom!

heart trembled, and at this time, he heard a mocking

we’re out of the sect, you’ll already

tingle, and every hair on him was standing on

he wanted to turn around, John